We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes

[2Pac]Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquorThis ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quickerWho would figure that all I need was a hair triggersemi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggazPardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everydayand fear of man - grow on treesCriminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymesSo niggaz whisper when they mentionMachiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figureMoms sent me to go play with the drug dealersHits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)In the back, my AR-15Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazineMy lyrics are blueprints to money makinFat as that ass that honey shakin

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[Fatal (?)]I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shitThey call it overthuggin and shitBut I was just a younger nigga;gettin older and lovin this shitBut what was I doin in this place?To the fakes without a pistol in the first,facin termination in the worstBut I figured to play the wall; to watch all theseplaya hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em allMade it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell youBut it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.

[Dramacydal (?)]Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greeneryConsidered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-PMy eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt outLearned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned outAnd why I do it - the ridin and smokinCollidin with foes - in the worst place;y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first placeY'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngstersY'all don't want no funk causey'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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[C-Bo]I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story taleStackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in dangerNo one will remain when I come through dumpin insaneCall me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caineI be the nigga that's pullin the triggaand dumpin the hollow points in your brainMo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ballWe bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)(???) Never been no (??) menHow we bucks 'em down on the way to the groundain't nuttin but the hog in meBust off his dildo, killin (??) and keep mobbin GIt ain't no problem (??) funk off(???) blow down punks with my sawed offBust they dirty-ass drawers offand had them bitch niggaz hauled off

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[Outlawz (?)]My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okayAin't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stayI'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran upin my house and I was too young, to try to blast backWhat happend then? No one would tell me since I was threeHeard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere freeBut fuck that, you got what's mines and I want thatNever drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways backAnd now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missinThuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya

[Storm]Now look at me - straight Outlaw ImmortalNever gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughterOutlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figurecause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, niggaSo who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 millaWhen I got cha on kay-nine-fourthsPrayin to God as your life goes back and forthWe tradin war stories

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['Pac talking]War stories nigga; hahaha, what players doThug Life, Outlaw ImmortalzMotherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. MakaveliCan you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death RowMy niggaz love that shitDramacydal in this motherfucker, hehehehYea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and FelonyC-Bo, the bald head nut, what?You know what time it is